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May 15, 2007

MD 2007

So I had a great Mothers Day. Kinda. Fairly great at least. Great in the fact that I got flowers, gifts, champagne and a wonderful dinner out. Not so great in the fact that Dean did not want to be in that restaurant at all and I believe his sentiments went something like whatthehelliswrongwithyoupeopleforevenbringingmehere!! Damnyou!damnallofyou!! EvenyoupeopleIdon'tevenknow! damnyouthemostwithmytoddlerlikeshrieking!

There was allot of wailing. Allot of tears. Allot of all of us taking our 10 minute turns to walk the little nip around the restaurant. He was fine once he was away from the table of obvious death, running over other patrons and into wait staff, giggling his fool head off and screeching down the halls of the attached hotel. But if you dared to come within 10 feet of the table where the food was... where the WINE was (for the love of god!)....it was all over. ALL. OVER. It was as if the he saw the high chair as a mini electric chair and we were strapping him in for his death. By the end of our dinner...I am sure the thought had occurred to at least one of us....

Sigh. Ah well. Truly, I still had a good time. It was a great day and for once, we have a group photo that I don't look like ass in. What better gift on could I ask for on Mother's Day??

At least my Mother's Day wasn't THIS exciting- thanks for sharing Jen! (Jen was in the back of the restaurant throwing the mashed potatoes)